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Theodore Malvis is the name. Who am I? A tall, good-looking young black man who happens to be the hero of this story. Adventure is the nature of my game. Well, that’s my hidden passion, anyway. In my everyday life, I’m a student at Graystone University. It’s a small, private Roman Catholic school located in the small town of Graystone, Kansas. I found out about this school during the second semester of my senior year in high school. Back then, I lived in Boston,Massachusetts. I was a student at Boston Military Academy, an all-male private high school. My favorite professor, Mr. Shane, told me about Graystone University, his alma mater. I checked it out. I liked it. I applied and got accepted. The following September, I moved to Graystone, Kansas to pursue a major in Computer Science, with a minor in Criminal Justice.

Graystone University was founded in 1980, at the bequest of James Graystone III, last surviving descendant of Alexander Graystone, the Englishman who founded the town which bears his name in 1880. It’s unlike every other school in America. Graystone University is a single-sex establishment of higher education. It has two educational institutions, Goodson College and Marie Anne Academy. Goodson College is an all-male college. Anne Marie Academy is an all-female college. They are both governed by the same administration, but on two different campuses. Goodson College is located three miles outside of the town of Graystone, while Anne Marie Academy is located in the heart of the city. Graystone University has a thirty-thousand-person student body, which is evenly divided between the sexes. The town of Graystone has a population of one hundred thousand people and most of the high school graduates end up attending Graystone University. I arrived at a town where everybody basically knew everybody.

Graystone University was so different. I’m a firm supporter of single-sex education. My father, Boston fireman George Malvis is a Morehouse College alumnus. My mother, Boston City policewoman Elisabeth Monroe Malvis attended an all-female college too, back in the day. If we had single-sex education in public schools, there wouldn’t be such a disparity between the sexes in higher education. Men and women learn differently. Male students need to be taught according to their unique needs and strengths, and the same needs to be done for female students. There’s no one-size-fits-all when it comes to education. The sooner all of us realize this, the better. I’m glad I chose Graystone University. It has quickly become home away from home.

What first impressed me about Goodson College, the all-male campus of Graystone University was how lively it was. I was in Boys Town. And I absolutely loved it. Finally, a place where a man could be himself. There’s a certain anti-male atmosphere in many institutions of higher education. The authorities are very quick to blame male students for everything that goes wrong. The college man is vulnerable. That’s political correctness gone too far for you. I’m glad I won’t have to put up with it at my new school. The campus was diverse. The young men came from every walk of life. They were Black, White, Asian, Latin and Middle-Eastern. Young men could be seen walking about, going on about their business. What a nice change. At most college campuses, male students are becoming scarce. And those who attend don’t get much out of the experience, thanks to empowered man-haters among the faculty and student body. You know what I’m talking about. You’ve seen them. If you disagree, you’re either living in denial or completely biased.

I checked out the dorms. They were neat, meant to be shared by two students. I met my roommate. His name was Harold Jackson, and he came from Connecticut. A tall, good-looking young man with blond hair and pale green eyes. We shook hands, and he even helped me unpack my stuff. What a nice guy. Later, he gave me a tour of the campus. We checked out the Science, Mathematics, Liberal Arts, Engineering and Art Departments. Large brownstone buildings which looked imposing on the eighty-acre campus. At the center of the campus, near the faculty offices, was the Men’s Center. A counseling service which was free to all students. Male college students had an alarmingly high rate of depression and suicide. That’s why Graystone University created the Men’s Center, to reach out to them. Harold showed me the Athletics Department. A large, steel-gray building that easily dwarfed all of the other buildings on campus. We went inside, and I was amazed. The place was something else. Massive, bright, and totally state-of-the-art. It housed the Basketball Courts, which doubled up as Wrestling Mats, the Indoor Track Courts and also the Swimming Pool. Outside, there was the Football Field, a massive complex designed to seat at least twenty thousand people.

Harold told me all about the sports programs. Goodson College was an athletic powerhouse which not even Kansas State University could touch. We have Men’s Intercollegiate Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Wrestling, Swimming, Water Polo, Crew, Fencing, Gymnastics, Ice Hockey, Tennis, Golf, Lacrosse, Track, Bowling, Football, Volleyball and Rifle. I was impressed. At a time when many colleges and universities were cutting sports to cooperate with outdated gender quotas set up by the federal government, Goodson College was beefing up its sports programs. This year, they added Men’s Soccer and Nordic Skiing to the program. They had sports clubs in Men’s Cycling, Boxing, Horsemanship and Sumo Wrestling. Goodson College was the only school in America with an all-male riding team. The Goodson College sportsmen were collectively known as the Red Lions. Man, was I in a good school or what? Man, this was the school of the future. I wish more colleges were like this. Harold told me that Graystone University was a school which cared about its students, instead of screwing them over like so many others routinely did. I was elated!

We left campus and got into Harold’s Volkswagen. He drove us through town, and we went to Anne Marie Academy, the all-female college which served as counterpart to Goodson College. The first thing I noticed about Anne Marie Academy is how loud it was. You’d think an all-female campus would be a lot quieter than an all-male campus. Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but women are louder. I looked far and wide, and as far as my eyes could see, there were women. Women, women and more women. Every shape and size. Every race and ethnicity. How about that? Since Goodson College and Anne Marie Academy were governed by the same administrative body, students from both campuses could mingle anytime. It’s only the classes which were single-sex.

Harold handed me a brochure, and I turned it down. Why look at a damn brochure when I could see for myself? We walked around the campus. Again, so many women. I got distracted. I mean, I saw tall, athletic types and curvy gals and in-betweens. Pretty girls. Very pretty girls. Not-so-pretty girls. And ugly girls. Yeah, the entire spectrum. Muscular girls. Chubby girls. Lean girls. Hot damn. I liked what I saw. Harold was approached by a tall, sexy young woman with long black hair, light bronze skin and gray eyes. She wore a crimson letterman jacket. Harold smiled and kissed her, then introduced us. The young woman looked me up and down. Claire Kesson was her name. She was a member of the Women’s Intercollegiate Rugby team at Anne Marie Academy. Damn, a sexy female jock. Harold was a lucky man.

I congratulated Claire on how neat and lively her campus was. She smiled, and told me all about it. The college was lively, and she described some of her classmates as catty but said it was nothing she couldn’t handle. She came from a family full of guys, many of whom were college football players. Apparently, Claire’s brother Lawrence played football for Kansas State University. Claire herself played varsity football in high school and was the captain of the Women’s Rugby team at her college. I was really impressed. Anne Ma
rie Academy was the first college in America to create a Women’s Rugby team at the varsity level. They had a good sports program as well. Anne Marie Academy sportswomen were collectively known as the Red Lionesses. Anne Marie Academy offered Women’s Intercollegiate Basketball, Softball, Wrestling, Squash, Cross Country, Rugby, Gymnastics, Fencing, Nordic Skiing, Volleyball, Field Hockey, Ice Hockey, Soccer, Equestrian, Rifle, Pistol, Track, Swimming and Water Polo. They had sports clubs in Women’s Cycling, Boxing, Sumo Wrestling and Ultimate Frisbee. As was the case with Goodson College, Anne Marie Academy’s sports teams competed in the National Collegiate Athletic Association’s Division Three.

Later that day, Harold and Claire invited me to dinner in a little Chinese restaurant off-campus. We sat down in this nice little bistro, ordered some Chinese food and talked about college life. Harold had one more surprise in store for me. He was a member of the Varsity Football team at Goodson College. How about that? I looked from him to Claire, then shook my head. The waiter brought us our food. Harold and Claire were both college athletes so they watched what they ate. Me, I’m a Cyber Athlete. The original web geek. Cyberspace is my gridiron, my court and my field. No working out required, except in your fingertips. I ordered me some orange chicken, shrimp-fried rice and a coke, delighted to splurge, especially on someone else’s tab.

I smiled and listened as Harold and Claire told me how they met. They were both Graystone University freshmen at the time and bumped into each other at a Basketball game. That’s when the College Football stud and the Women’s Rugby star fell in love. Two years later, they were engaged and still very much in love. I must say, they really made a cute couple. And they were so devoted to each other. Claire made a point to always attend Harold’s Football games and he always came to her Rugby matches. Man, that’s devotion for you. I told them that I found their love touching and refreshing. they smiled at each, and kissed. I smiled too. Man, I’m one lucky dude. It’s my first day of college, I’ve made some cool new friends and I’m living the good life. Can things get any better?

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Nina In America

I sat at baggage claim, logged into CHYOA like an idiot. I had wanted to write more, but instead I was reading Nina's Adventures by Inked. My manhood raged inside of my jeans as I waited. I couldn't go to the bathroom because the flight would land any minute. As if on cue, the arrival/departure board flipped to show the plane I had been waiting on had landed. My guest was here. I stood up holding a sign that said LeoKnowsBest. Even still, I noticed her before she noticed me. She had on rock...

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My First Bisexual Experience In America

I have always been curious, for as long as I have seen my first porn movie. I love eating pussy for hours…but the more porn i watched…more i got curious about how the cock would feel in mouth since the actresses seem to devour it in haste… As the months and days went by…i never took any action on my part to make any of this real… Even after I came to US, I had kept this curiosity to myself for years…and one year…I was alone home as my GF went to visit her parents…after few weeks of staying...

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My great experience with my student in america

Hi, I’m John from Bombay. When we were growing up in Chembur, Bombay we Had lots of fun with Kamvaali baais and these are fond memories now. This story is about my sexual adventures in America back in the late 80’s When I came here to study. I came to the University of Kentucky to study my Computer Engineering and lived with An Indian family to cut down on my rent. This as a middle aged couple and they Had a 19 year old daughter. As time went by I became very good friends with all of them And...

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Sex in United States of America

Hello Friends I read many stories here and I really liked every one of them and this gave me courage to share my experiences with all of you. This is my 6th story. Now let me tell u about myself I am 26 male from Hyderabad (India). This is the story when I visited America I am good looking, 5.9 ” Height, 67 Kgs Weight, 7 ” rod. My name is Gold Guy (Name Changer). I would like to share my story. This happened when I moved to New York city for my first job. I was doing Masters earlier in a...

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The Patriarchy of America

Story inspired by Tales From The Odeipal Zone How it all began In twenty-first-century America, a group of the nation's most wealthy young men came together under a common belief that the best state of humanity's existence was under a patriarchal society. But not just any type of patriarchy, but thee Patriarchy. The Patriarchy was a social system that extended beyond the typical forms of past patriarchies. But to achieve such a state in society would require an unabundant amount of change that...

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The Grim ReaperChapter 36 The Concert for America

July 4, 2006 The day after I got back to Anaconda Three, things began to get complicated. Major Duckworth and Captain Vernier flew in on a Blackhawk early in the morning and immediately went to see Lieutenant Southerland. I didn’t see them, but everybody knew that the captain had flown in with a major nobody had seen before. You always tried to keep track of where the officers were, if for no other reason than to get ready for whatever nutty idea they came up with next. It was universally...

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Fifteen Forever Girls from Outer SpaceChapter 12 America

Strawberry pancakes and maple syrup! What a thing to have for breakfast! Epic. It was incredibly serious why they were here, but Grace couldn’t help being excited. San Francisco. America. This huge hotel with all glass and so much space, including a huge swimming pool that she’d had a swim in already with Mia. It was true: everything WAS bigger over here. She was looking forward to driving down to Mountain View in their dark red ‘rental’. She played with pronouncing it ‘rennle’ in her head....

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Adventures of a Chinese Girl in America

I came to this country without any ideo of what sex was. I was 18 years old. I known that that sounds awful, but my parents made very sure that my sister Ching and I led a sheltered life while we lived in China. Well, they didn't care so much about me; you see, Ching was always their favorite. She was always the beautiful one, one year older and with the most perfect body you could imagine. Her breasts, thighs, legs, everything was perfect; guys would come to see her in China, but quickly...

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Mens Plaything

“There’s no need to put panties on under that skirt. They’ll just get in everyone’s way.” My boyfriend Jason was impatient to get going to his friends house. There were at least 7 of his male co-workers waiting on us. This was going to be the first time this group would use me as their fuck-toy. All of them had ‘girlfriends’ that had been gang fucked by all of the men at some point during the last 6 months. Now it was my turn. Jason had started working as an investment banker with a new firm...

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The Rain Festival in Pre Conquest America

“Eyewitness History: Essays in Contemporary Pre-Conquest Literature” November 201-- Journal of Pre-Conquest Studies University of -- Xóchitl Ana María Ferguson, Ph.D., Editor EDITOR’S NOTE: This is one of a series of papers the Journal presents for scholars of pre-Conquest indigenous cultures and ceremonies in the Americas. Every effort has been made to verify the authenticity of alleged contemporary accounts. While the authenticity of the document itself presented here is not in doubt,...

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PromiseChapter 7 The Rain Festival in PreConquest America

EDITOR’S NOTE: This is one of a series of papers the Journal presents for scholars of pre-Conquest indigenous cultures and ceremonies in the Americas. Every effort has been made to verify the authenticity of alleged contemporary accounts. While the authenticity of the document itself presented here is not in doubt, i.e., that it was written at or around the date of the activities it describes, the events chronicled therein are at significant variance from other sources and contemporary...

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Mens Room Slut

The summer I turned 16, my mom got a second job and was almost never home. I started hanging out at a local park that was a wooded area. Lots of guys went fishing and some came for picnics. At the far end of the park was a men's room. It was actually more like a latrine. There was no internal plumbing. Just two toilets for taking a crap and a urinal. At one time, there was a divider between the urinal and the toilets which had long since been removed, so the guy sitting on the toilet near...

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Americass

I’m going to be frank with you mother fuckers. I have reviewed an enormous amount of sites on ThePornDude. Take a look for yourself if you don’t fucking believe me!I’ve seen sites with all kinds of names. So when I say that Americass may just be one of the best names for a porn site that I have ever come across, you know that’s saying something substantial. But a good name is one thing. What really matters is the content. And as quality as Americass’ name may be, the number of videos available...

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Fucking on my colleges campus

So this girl and I were basically just fuck buddies. She started dating this other guy so it had been a while since we saw each other. We were at a house party after the bars closed (after-bar) and we’re having some more drinks. ‘Where’s your boyfriend?’ I asked. ‘He’s not with me tonight, out smoking with his friends.’ ‘So you and I can play instead then, right?’ ‘Yes, but we can’t go to my place, my roommates will be there and will tell him.’ ‘Well we can’t go to mine, my roommates...

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HYMENS ch1

"You missed quite a show here Lieutenant, this one had over fifty people involved," Estaria, the tall, dark haired detective said as he rubbed the dark stubble on his face. "What's that?" Johnson asked, nodding at a skirmish between a police officer and three people linked in a sweaty daisy chain. "Ah, just rounding up the last of the perps," Miller, the short, round female detective replied. "I guess these last three were the most inspired of the bunch." "Out on the ice...

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America

(Author’s note. This is a puzzle. If you can’t figure out who it’s about it won’t make a lot of sense. I’ll post an explanation in feedback in a few days if nobody else does.) April 3rd, 1968 The room is quite without character. It’s clean, though not clinically so. It’s tidy, but it’s hard to arrange one table, one ashtray and two chairs in an untidy manner. The walls were painted recently and, except for a large mirror, they’re quite bare. There is no window and the door is locked. The...

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Black Family Rules America

In this cold and uncertain world, life is beyond difficult. For some more than others. Lately, I feel like the universe has been kicking our collective asses. Men and women, Blacks and Whites, straights and gays. We’re all feeling the pinch in this horrible economy. The world has turned upside down and most of us feel that there’s very little we can do. What can we do to hold back the chaos which invades our lives? My name is Jacques Simon. I’m a Haitian-American police officer living in the...

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Middle America

Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. My name is Jack and I was born in a small town in Kansas. My dad owned and ran his own store which kept him away from home a lot but I'd usually spend lazy summer days helping him out around the store or just hanging around it in general. I was an only child until my little brother was born when I was in the sixth grade. The introduction of a baby into the family dynamic was anything but smooth. My parents were already spread pretty thin...

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